Chapter 143 Fucking My Little Student
She didn't hesitate. The second the lock clicked into place, I grabbed her hips and spun her around, bending her over my desk exactly like I'd fantasized.
"This is your last chance to walk away," I said, my hands gripping her ass through that tight skirt. "Once I start, I'm not stopping until I've fucked you in every position on this desk and you're dripping with my cum. Understand?"
"Yes," she gasped, pushing her ass back against my erection. "God, yes. Please, I need it."
I flipped up her skirt, revealing those black lace panties that had been taunting me. They were already soaked through.
"Fuck, you're wet," I groaned, running my finger along her covered slit. She trembled under my touch. "How long have you been this wet for me, Isla?"
"Every class," she admitted, her voice breaking. "Every time you look at me. Every time you say my name. I go home and touch myself thinking about you."
Jesus Christ.
I ripped her panties off—literally tore them away—and she cried out in surprise and arousal. I shoved them in my pocket. She wasn't getting those back.
"Spread your legs," I ordered, unzipping my pants and freeing my aching cock. "Show me that pretty pussy."
She obeyed, widening her stance, and I nearly came right there at the sight. Pink, glistening, perfect. All for me.
I ran the head of my cock along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, and she whimpered, trying to push back onto me.
"Patience," I growled, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "You're going to take every inch of my cock like a good girl, and you're going to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Professor," she breathed.
Fuck, hearing her call me that while bent over my desk nearly undid me.
I pushed into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.
She screamed—loud enough that I had to clap my hand over her mouth to muffle it.
"What did I say about being quiet?" I hissed in her ear, not moving yet, letting her adjust to my size. She was so fucking tight, gripping me like a vice. "People walk past this office. Do you want them to hear you getting fucked by your professor?"
She shook her head frantically, but her pussy clenched around me in response.
"Dirty girl," I murmured, slowly pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in. "You like the idea of getting caught, don't you?"
She moaned against my palm, her body trembling.
I started fucking her then—hard, rough, relentless thrusts that made the desk shake and papers scatter to the floor. My hand stayed clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries as I pounded into her.
"This what you wanted?" I grunted, my hips snapping against her ass with each thrust. "Wanted your professor's cock buried in this tight little cunt?"
She nodded desperately, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.
I removed my hand from her mouth just long enough to hear her gasp, "Yes! Fuck, yes, Professor Bennett!"
My other hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as I fucked her harder. "Such a filthy student. Coming to office hours just to get fucked. What would your classmates think if they knew?"
"I don't care," she sobbed, her walls fluttering around me. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping.
I pulled out suddenly, making her whine at the loss, and flipped her onto her back on the desk. I wanted to see her face when she came on my cock.
Her blouse was still on, so I ripped it open, buttons scattering everywhere. Those perfect tits bounced free, nipples hard and begging for attention.
"Beautiful," I muttered, before slamming back into her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I leaned down to capture one of those nipples in my mouth, sucking hard while I fucked her.
"Oh god, oh fuck, Professor—" she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt.
I bit down on her nipple, just enough to hurt, and she cried out, her pussy clamping down on me.
"You're close, aren't you?" I growled, releasing her breast to look at her face. She was wrecked—mascara smudged, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Absolutely fucking perfect. "I can feel you squeezing my cock. You want to cum all over your professor's dick?"
"Yes!" she sobbed. "Please let me cum. Please, I need—"
"Touch yourself," I commanded, slowing my thrusts to a torturous pace. "Make yourself cum on my cock while I watch."
Her hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantically, and I watched her fall apart beneath me.
"That's it," I encouraged, my voice rough. "Good girl. Cum for me."
She shattered, her back arching off the desk, mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy convulsed around me, milking my cock, and I barely held on.
"Where do you want it?" I grunted, my thrusts becoming erratic. "Where do you want my cum?"
"Inside," she gasped, still trembling from her orgasm. "Please, cum inside me. I want to feel it."
Fuck.
I buried myself as deep as I could go and exploded, pumping her full of my cum while I groaned her name. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I filled her, marking her as mine.
When I finally stopped shaking, I looked down at her—sprawled across my desk, thoroughly fucked, my cum already leaking out of her.
"That," I said, still catching my breath, "was just the beginning."
She smiled up at me, satisfied and already hungry for more. "Good. Because I have a lot more questions about moral boundaries, Professor Bennett."